Dave wanted go to Kennack Sands

The weather forecast wasn’t as good as it had been, rain at 11, or rain before 11, depending on which report you read, so I was surprised that Fred suggested we go to the Lizard. But there were no other bids, so the Lizard it was going to be. Jenny was back with us after her solo trip to Wales and beyond, sporting a bright new helmet, and Kiwi Dave was there so could interpret for us. The “rain before 11” supporters won, with a few wheelers taking advantage of the various bus shelters along the way, but as we got towards the Lizard it cleared and was quite warm. There wasn’t the usual mad dash across the Lizard, so I wasn’t too far behind when we got to Kugar, in fact I don’t think I was last to arrive, but I was late enough to miss the conversation about a change of plan. It seemed that Dave had said he wanted to go to Kennack sands. Now that’s ok, but the Dave in question wasn’t with us. So, it was left turn in Kugar, rather than right and a relatively short spin down to Kennack sands. Considering it was the middle of August the beach was fairly deserted and only one of the two cafes; that I could see, were open. The service was fine, the food was fine, the prices were fine, and I don’t drink coffee so I didn’t ask whether the coffee experts (fads) were happy or not. The only draw back was that it was outside seating and for a moment the weather threatened to intrude. Thinking about it, the coffee couldn’t have been too bad as I think there were seconds ordered by some. Eventually it was time to consider the long hill back to Kugar, but even that wasn’t too bad, so we detoured down to Poldhu and went up the hill to the golf course to make up for it. Even without the help of Mr Watts I managed. Splitting into groups we headed back to Helston, muddy lanes and then down to Poldark, some intending to stop off at the Star at Porkellis, and two stopping off at the Crate. The beer choice seemed to be Doom or Doom but four of us sat in the garden and put the world to rights before making our way home. 49 miles for me. Dean